After
A year ago today I was planning a Eurotrip with my family. The trip went relatively well, despite my wallet got stollen inside the castle of my fave dream city : Bratislava. Amazingly enough, I got my wallet back, in Vienna, less than a day after the incident. God is sure Almighty! I lost all my money, but I got my cards back.
It's amazing how a year can change you, you got more experiences, meet new people, see new places. And yes my heart was torn into pieces two years ago, but along the way I found out that status is not as merely as important as your happiness.
Looking back on how far I've come, what I've been through...sometimes I still cry, I still asking why, but none of it might change a thing. Incredible how some people can manipulate others just to have a disgusting fake life. Other people's feelings are not yours to toy with. I am so relieved I don't have any strings attached to that monster or its wretched family (yes, i will hereby prenounce that creature as it. No human can act as it did).
Always pray to God that karma does exist and my pain will turn into happiness, and all people that have been cultivating bad deeds they will got what the deserved.
Until that time, I will presume doing my life as it is.
I was thinking just now, how my life were perfect before, just me and my cat is enough. No need to put a useless parasyte inside. If being married means you're being deceived and constantly living in lies, well it seems nowadays I am free. What I was experiencing is just a nightmare and everything is about time to cease to an end.
Why people ended up being married to someone they don't love is baffling me. You don't have to be in love with the people you marry at the time you marry them, maybe. But why fool around behind your spouse while still have ring on your finger? I despise liars and cheats. You can always choose to have a free life of fornication and dirty lusts, but just do me a favor. Leave marriage out of your life! Everything about it is nauseating.
Bye forever.

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